Old Friends

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This weekend we had some very good friends come to visit. We have not seen Chris & Emily for a very long time, and yet it felt like not a day had passed. We were able to pick up right where we left off and feel as though we were home. It made me realize how much I have missed my Emily. She is pure goodness. She does not have a mean bone in her body. She is the kind of friend who laughs at all your jokes (even if they're not that funny - and mine usually aren't). She always thinks the best of people and makes you want to be a better person. She is thoughtful, sensitive, beautiful, and kind. I love her to pieces.

We had such a great weekend - loads and loads of good food (with Chris could it be any other way?), Sea World with the kids, sunshine at the beach, and laughing so hard we almost peed at the Gelatoria. Oh, and laughing so hard because our kids HAD peed on each other (seriously, don't ask!). But it was by far one of the best reunions we've ever had. We will not let too much time pass before we see them again, that I can promise you.

How was your weekend?

My very own Keats

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Chase has been working secretly in his room on a mystery project. When his masterpiece was finished, he shared it with me - it was a poem. And because I cannot pass up an opportunity to brag about my children (what mother can?) I thought I'd share his simplistic brilliance with you. I don't know many seven year olds that write poetry for fun, but he is that kid. He is so creative, so original. I just love that about him.

How do the trees move?
By Chase

How do trees move,
when the leaves move,
and the twigs fall,
when you are in your bed
and school is out.
When your alarm clock goes off,
the birds fly away,
you dash to play
the wind whispers through the air.

And here is the original (because I love all his misspellings and erased re-writes ):


my blog plastic surgeon

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Here is Marta, the design genius, pictured left, with her twin (though they were born several years apart). She saved me from utter blog destruction. She gave me this shiny, new face lift, and I love and adore it. I love and adore her. She is a pint-sized explosion of creativity, spunk, and sunshine. She can always make you laugh and has a sense of style that leaves women everywhere green with envy.

Thanks, Mart. Love it.

Love you!

On manhood...

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"It's okay, Mom, I'm responsible. I'm turning into a man now," said McKay when discussing with me whether or not he would remember to bring his bat home from the baseball game.


[See, I don't like to take it because I'm afraid it will get mixed up with someone else's, and we'll never see it again.]

I had to remind him to grab the bat after the game.

Which proves once and for all that HE IS TRULY becoming a man.